Seven Years of Marriage with Jake novel Chapter 40

Book 3- Chapter 4

Back then, just because you said you didn't like children, I had three consecutive abortions. Not only did you not even visit the hospital, but you also insisted on sleeping with me the very next day after I was discharged.

I was truly foolish and stupid. To please you, to satisfy you, I actually agreed.

Until I had a massive hemorrhage and permanently lost the ability to become a mother...

"Peter, what did you say? Who is your real father?"

Sebastian glared at him furiously.

"Peter!"

"Dad, I. I don't know what I just said... Mom. I. I misspoke.."

Peter looked at Sofia in bewilderment, dropped his phone, covered his mouth, and ran out.

"Sebastian, I promise you, I'll go kowtow to her right now!"

"Peter just said something wrong, he was just joking, please don't take it seriously..."

I watched Sofia look at Sebastian anxiously, her expression tense, as if facing a formidable enemy. The corners of my mouth curled slightly.

Sofia, how does this taste?

"Slap!"

A resounding slap landed on Sofia's face.

She knelt before Sebastian, begging for forgiveness, crying her heart out.

The scene before me made me feel dazed.

Sofia, you're having your day too? Weren't you always fearless, willing to do anything to achieve your goals? To think there would be a day when you'd be afraid?

How does it feel to kowtow to someone? You've never experienced the taste of kneeling down and begging someone, have you?

In my previous life, I knelt like this before the principal to beg for a chance for you to go to school.

I knelt like this before those thugs to beg them to spare you...

You've long forgotten all the things I did for you, haven't you?

Back then, you were my only family, and I was willing to die for you.

But what about you? Have you ever cherished my sacrifices even once?

When I was fifteen, Mom fell ill and died.

The same year, Dad left with another woman and never came back.

Al that was left was a drafty house and you, my sister Sofia, five years younger than me.

I had always been an excellent student, winning honors year after year.

But you, you were like a demon, born bad, fighting, dating early, smoking, drinking, committing all sorts of evils.

As the elder sister, I had to be like a mother. My sister was still young, she just didn't know better. I could only grit my teeth and plead with the principal time and again, cleaning up after you.

In my senior year of high school, you were suspended from school once again.

You had led a group fight at school, smoking and drinking, causing an extremely bad influence. The school was determined to expel you no matter what.

It was a scorching summer day. I, who had always been proud and aloof, knelt there at the door of the principal's office, burying my head like an ostrich, clinging to my last shred of pitiful self- esteem, all to ensure that my sister could continue her education.

I knelt for an entire day, begging him to give you one more chance to return to school.

Perhaps the principal took pity on me, or perhaps I moved him.

He agreed to give you one last chance to return to school.

And the chance to go to school that I had begged so hard for you, you only maintained for two weeks...

Without the constraints of school, you became even more unrestrained, openly and shamelessly hanging out with those thugs every day.

Until they tried to force you to become a prostitute for money.

When you refused, they threatened to cut off your hands.

I ran to them like a madwoman, kneeling there begging them to spare you.

How could they let you off so easily? Seeing that I was just a young girl too, they surrounded me, their mouths full of filthy words, pawing at me...

I cried and begged them, kneeling down and clutching at their trouser legs. For your sake, I lost all my dignity.

These nightmarish scenes accompanied me at midnight until the day I died.

You cried out, "Sister, save me, sister save me."

Just for that one cry of "sister," I, barely eighteen at the time, mustered all the courage and strength of my life, grabbed a knife, and risked my life to snatch you away from them...